Winged

Chapter 9.

"Apollo, wake up my love." The loving mother kissed her son on the cheek. Pushing away some strands of his brown hair away from his childish face, admiring him, her eyes full of love as she looked at her most precious thing.

"No..." The young, sleeping boy, mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillows, making his mum chuckle as she walked across the room towards the window.

"I'm going to do it, little one, and I know you don't like it." She said, a smart smile on her face as she got ahold of the curtain. Apollo, the little boy, shifted on his bed, groaning at even the thought of it. In a matter of seconds, his mum had pulled the curtains open, the light making its way inside instantly, filling the room with its brightness. The little boy pulled the duvet over his head whimpering.

"Timmy, it's time to wake up." Timothee's mum announced, her voice calm as she ran a hand through his wild hair. "Not yet, mum." Timothee changed sides, snuggling deep into his duvet. "I am going to be late to class, sweetheart." She told him, looking at him with a sympathetic smile. "Why do you have to go to class, mummy? Can't we just stay at our home together and watch movies and eat candies?" Timothee asked her, eyes still shut, his childish voice coming out soft. "I would love to do that, my love, but I have to go to the Uni to get my degree." She said, her heart breaking a bit because he was just a little boy, he shouldn't get up this early just because she had to go to college. "Why do you have to get the degree, mummy? You have me." Timothee asked her, opening his eyes just a fragment to pick at her, making her young features break out in a wide smile, as she wrapped her arms around his body, clutching him close, with a kiss on his head. "Oh, you. You little man you are the best thing I have. But I have to get the degree, and become a psychologist, remember? And then we will move to a bigger city, a bigger house, right Timmy?" "No. Let's stay here together today, and when I grow up I will get us a huge house, and you can have your flowers there, and you will not have to leave every day." Timothee told her, making hear drop from her eyes as she planted one more kiss on his head, clutching him close. "Okay, Timmy. We will stay here today."

Timothee felt as though the room was getting smaller around him at the reminiscing of his mum. As he looked at the two of them, from the door he could see him and his mum, back in the day when she was studying to get her degree after she got into University. He missed her. So much it pained him to watch this mum with her son right now.

"Now, stand up and get ready to go. Your clothes are on the bathroom." The mum said to her son receiving an eyeroll from the boy. His eyes at that moment met with Timothee's. And Timothee could hear his heart doing loops into his chest, his breath getting caught up on his throat. Okay this is it, act normal. Act normal, he whispered to himself under his breath. So he waved, smiling at the adorable little boy. But he got nothing on return. Apollo just walked out of the door, passing by Timothee with not even glancing at his general direction, leaving Timothee stupefied.

It was as though the little boy couldn't see him. I mean, he didn't find weird the fact that the mother couldn't see him – Evan said that was normal – but he was utterly sure Evan had said that little Apollo could see him, and that he was the only one able to. But he decided to shrug it off. He followed around the mother and the son when they ate breakfast, when they gotten into the car and started driving to school. And only then he felt something weird in the air, he felt as though something was pulling at him, a weird connection that led to the little boy who was sitting at the back of the car with Timothee – who had snuck in there as the ghost he is – and suddenly he knew. He knew what Evan meant by 'You'll just know'. Little Apollo needed him. And Timothee could swear he has never felt such a thing before. He had never felt such a strong feeling that made him incapable to sit still. He needed to help Apollo. He needed it.